Thrusting the letter in his pocket, he put on his hat again.
“I’ll be back in half an hour,” he said to Bessie.
He rushed over to the Grand Pacific and sent his card up to William Bradhurst.
“Read that,” he said to his new friend, handing him Mr. Jarboe’s letter.
Mr. Bradhurst had finished breakfast, and was preparing to go over to Mr. Whitemore’s office according to arrangements entered into the night before.
“Cool, I must say,” he remarked, as he handed it back. “Well, what are you going to do?”
“Get another broker,” replied Vance decidedly.
“Quite right. Have you selected one yet?”
“I have a firm in my eye. It’s young, but I know them both. They’re square as a die. This deal will be the making of them, and I’m glad to put it in their way. Come, let us go over to their office. We haven’t any time to lose to-day.”
Mr. Bradhurst and Vance went to a brokerage office on La Salle street.